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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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144920
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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1449159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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144921
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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144942
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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144921
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His touch, even now, seemed to set off tremors inside her.
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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144923
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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144912
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His wings, like tiny shoots, grew a season in an instant. The pain was gone now. He rose up as effortlessly as centaurs run, as angels fly. "I will sing your name as my brother among my brothers," the Seraph promised. Kladius watched the beasts below
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144986
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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144820
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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144898
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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144830
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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144851
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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144832
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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... “All power is just behind your belly. Look. Knot of belt – just in front of navel – navel is eye of chi.” ...
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144840
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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144877
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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144876
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For decades the land the village sat on had switched its allegiance between two countries.
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144800
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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14481010
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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144820
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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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144800
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To a tech-savvy millennial, the definition of progress is a hands-free blowjob, and the real number is not how many men you’ve been with but how many minutes you’ve made them wait.
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144877
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You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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